“It was poison—why not?” she answered. Why had she married him, off-hand, like that? She did not love him, or he knew nothing of love signs. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. Confidence in himself would strengthen him. Give me my pistol and my dagger. His voice had broken.
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